Capítulo 32: Chapter I - Pain
A man named Fred Rogers, also known as Mr. Rogers once said "It doesn't matter what day it is outside, it can be a beautiful day inside" and although, I tried to keep it in me. It had been the gloomiest day inside. All was foggy, dark, and sorrowful as I stood infront of Jane's Tombstone next to her cousin James. Between us were Agatha and Officer Heinz. My dog was cuddled into my arms.
"She and I were the only ones left in our family bloodline" said James "I can't even find the right girl to make it grow"
I did not say a single word for I was speechless.
"I understand neither of you wanted a child" continued James "I guess this is where the bloodline ends"
After that, I moved back to this stupid town. My old house had been demolished, and my dad is currently behind bars. I did not want anything bad happen to my dog Emily, so I made a tough decision to give her away to officer Heinz. Her face had the saddest expression I have ever seen when I watched officer Heinz cuddle her back into his car. She was even crying by howling and her tail stopped wagging. I felt so bad, but it was the only way to keep her safe from my shitty life that is so full of deaths.
I visited my dad in prison, it was a more advanced building than the police station I worked at. A window divided our seats and we used the phones on the side to talk, just like any other jail. We had some boring talks that are not merely interesting until:
"I'm sorry for what I did" he apologized
"I don't know what to do now" I replied "But I know that I will get through this"
There was a moment of silence
"Why didn't you kill me?"
"The way you looked with regret and guilt. That is the face of a man who will learn from his mistakes and build up the courage to move on and change" I answered
"I'm life-sentenced"
"Time's up" said the guard. I watched as the guard drag my father back into his cell.
The next day, I went out for a breath of fresh air and walked by an Elementary School where I saw a little girl, with her dad, demanding ice cream infront of a stand. I walked up to them to buy the ice cream that she wanted. Her dad thanked me as they walk back to the school. I do not know what made me do that, but I did. Maybe it was to try and fill my hole of grief and sorrows?
A week later, a man was being robbed in an alleyway, screaming for help.
"Hey!" I ran up to them
"Stay out of this!" said the robber, his knife up against his victim's neck.
I observed the robber's stance and it was awful. His legs were unbalanced, his back was slouched, and his hand was shaking. It looked as if it was his first time doing it.
I quickly pushed him away and snapped his wrist, dropping the knife.
"What the fuck!?" he cursed. I kicked his knee to drop him to the ground and he was weakened with no way of fighting back. I demanded that he returns the money that he stole and so I dragged him all the way to jail after he did so, even though I was not a cop.
The next morning I decided to visit Jane's cousin with a box of pizza to comfort him. I only have my dad now and I never even knew about him. James had nobody after the death of his cousin and my wife.
"James?" I called out upon knocking
"It's me William. I brought pizza"
No answer
"James?"
No answer
I quickly realized the door was unlocked. It set shivers down my spine as if something bad had happened or will happen. If he left the house then the door would be locked.
I walked to the kitchen to put the pizza down on the table only to find that James was trying to hang himself with a noose.
"James!" I cried out, holding him tightly and pulling away from the noose.
"Let me go, William! I have nobody!" he cried out. His voice cracked to the sound of his emotions.
"It doesn't mean you should kill yourself!"
"I don't even have friends!"
"You bastard, you have me. I came here to try and comfort you with pizza but, instead, I find you trying to fucing kill yourself! D'you know how that makes me feel?"
"Shit?"
"Worse than shit! Imagine trying to be remembered only to be forgotten based on their decision just because they can! I don't know you very well, but I'm doing my best to no longer get involved in blood and deaths. Tell me, how much pain do you feel? Because I feel a lot and the scar is very fuckin' deep!"
"I'm sorry" he apologized "I feel like I died before even dying"
"You and I lost the same person we cared about. This pain that you're feeling. Use it! some people will use pain to be kind, some will use it to hurt others" I sat him down "Now I wanna see what you will fucking use it for!"
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